The person who had been using a sound-dampening prop outside suddenly deactivated it and walked openly past the door. He glanced at the sword in Xu Huo's hand, then smiled, his eyes crinkling. "No need to be so tense. I'm just passing by."
Xu Huo could already smell blood.
Noticing him glance toward the room beside them, the baby-faced female player smiled. "People who mind their own business tend to live longer in games."
"People with a sense of self-preservation live longer." Xu Huo put away the Bright Red Sword. "Do you think only low-level players can enter a Random Instance?"
The baby-faced player's smile didn't change. "Let's talk this out. No need to get so worked up. You're reading in here, so I won't bother you."
She skipped away as soon as she finished speaking. After returning to the man in the raincoat, she pointed toward Xu Huo, and the man turned around and nodded at him from a distance.
Xu Huo ignored them. Lu Zhen happened to arrive just then and saw the corpse in the room. She instinctively covered her mouth before saying, "They..."
"Never seen a dead person before?" Xu Huo went over and took a look. There were no signs of a struggle in the room. The player had died quickly.
There were more than twenty people in the Villa, but the backgrounds of quite a few players were obvious at a glance. The ones who had died last night, along with this one, were hardly surprising choices as targets.
"Nothing's even happened yet. Why are they in such a hurry to kill people?" Lu Zhen had thought it would take at least two or three days for the first murder to happen. After being cooped up for that long, people would be running out